Furballs & Funds

These are a few of my foster kittens, on the day before they got adopted! I hide them in my spare room or spare bathroom when clients come and try to make my apartment somewhat resemble an upscale incall, not a smelly cat ranch. These kittens (plus two more and the mom) were abandoned, so my partner and I took them all in at one week old and raised them for three months. I collected all the hundies from my drawer for the picture. —Emily

This is my 14-year-old cat Esther (also known as the Pesterhide Miawler), guarding my earnings for the week. After a day at work, my ritual is to arrange my earnings in stacks of $100 in a neat grid, either on the floor or on my bed. Must be the Virgo in me, but I LOVE seeing all that cash arranged so neatly.—Carmen

Stripper, Florida. Paying my tax to the Supreme Leader, who typically peels off the large notes and leave the singles for litter. Mommy’s haul from a weekend of dancing, supplemented by drug money from a home mycology project. A total of $1121 dollars, which I was benevolently given permission to use toward new tires and brake pads.—Lexi